Romans & histoires Violet Pink Background

I asked “We are, we’re currently deciding the colors we’re going to be using for the pastels.” “No, we were completely talking about something else.” I replied chuckling. “Well sometimes we need a distraction so we can rest our fragile minds and clear the atmosphere. We’ve discussed the color, and I think we should use pink since it’s your favorite.” “Yes, and we can add blue too since it’s alpha Aiden’s favorite color.” “What? No— you don’t have to..” “We could add a little bit of broken white for balance.” “Yes, it definitely will be something.”

Violet immediately jumped from the edge of the pool on the cliff and immediately turned into a dragon. Its body is completely black and the tips of its horns, tail and membrane on its wings are slightly purple in color.

It felt good to be back here. The walls were a different shade of pink. On the northernmost part of the wall where the head of her bed was located was covered in a wallpaper with rose pink background and luscious fuschia pink flowers. The westernmost part where her windows were located was painted in the palest shade of pastel pink, almost the same shade as her window frames. The other side of the wall— her workspace and reading area was painted in carnation and every other shade of pink there was. It was mostly an outbursts of pink, her favorite color. She had maintained this color since she was a kid and she didn't see that love for the color dwindling anytime soon.

Kiara: Thankless, arsehôles! Violet: Guys!!!! Elle: Sorry, Vi. But Scar doesn’t know, she actually is a kept princess in his tower in the forest. Kiara: And, you listen to me, Vi. You dress up in something red. Violet: Why, red? Kiara: Because, it’s a color of passion. And also because it’s the same color of gift I gave you on your wedding. Violet: I haven’t opened them yet. I thought you guys were coming so I wanted to open them with you.

A Vision of Lavender and Light As Analina steps into the grand hall for her birthday celebration, she is greeted by a breathtaking transformation. The room glows in hues of soft lavender and pearlescent white, delicate strands of fairy lights weaving overhead like a canopy of stars. Opulent swags of lavender tulle cascade from the ceiling softly pooling at the corners of the room, where bouquets of fresh lilacs and violets exude a gentle, calming fragrance.

"If I was a color," my sister's voice sounds unusually sultry. "I would be violet." "Why violet?" Tatiana asks. "Because violet is a mysterious color and I have to say I'm full of mysteries." I never thought Mckayla could be so poetic, but then again she's high out of her mind, we all are. Tatiana giggles. "Then I guess I'm green." "Because you love the environment?" Kristen asks, laughing as well.

Without revealing who she was of course. Violet entered the last room. This was a much more feminine room. It was decorated in pinks, yellows, and whites. There were flowers everywhere, painted and real. It reminded her a lot of Liliane’s room. Going over to the basket, Violet began to remove the clothes when the door opened. Glancing over her shoulder, Violet’s stomach sank when she saw Emily walk into the room. The werewolf smirked when she saw Violet.

BRIAN For the first time in decades, I woke up in a bed that wasn't my own, and a room that was far from familiar. Streaks of light filtered through the billowing curtains, painting the room in different shades of dawn. Gentle to not wake her, I untangled myself from Violet which was a little hard as she was a clinger in her sleep. When I finally did, she shivered a little, but her light snores continued. Her room was as colourful as her personality. The walls were painted a pale pink, matching the overly girly wardrobe, the wood of the bed, and the singular table and chair in the room.

They started laughing and celebrating as they escorted him to his room. "Tada! I put security on it and you can set up your code at the door." Viper said. "I decorate the room," Violet said with a smile. The room is dark red and the bed has red sheets. "I base it on Fifty Shades of Grey." "Oh, okay." He nodded and they peeked at his room as he put down his bag. He stared at them for a while and he approached them and closed the door.

“Hello! I’m Daisy. Are you my new roommate?” I nodded slowly. “Yes.” Daisy quickly trotted over, grabbing my suitcase and dragging it inside. “Come on in! What’s your name?” “Violet,” I replied quietly, looking around and scanning the room. It was clear she had a thing for pink—nearly everything she owned was in varying shades of it. “Violet,” she repeated, nodding. Her cheeks flushed again. “I’m so sorry you had to see that. I usually—” “It’s fine,” I quickly cut her off with a smile on my lips. “You don’t need to be embarrassed. Everyone performs mini-concerts when they’re alone. It’s a great way to relieve stress.”